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Date: 14 September 2004 22:56:34
How deep the Father's love for us
how vast beyond all measure
that He should give his only son
to make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
the Father turns His face away
as wounds which mar the chosen one
bring many sons to Glory
Behold a man upon a cross
my sin upon His shoulders
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
no gifts, no power , no wisdom
but I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
but this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom